#I feel like i have another thing featuring this plush... I don't know...

[mark-demolition]

SPHERE PLUSH hello

And other things featuring sphere plushie

Bro will do ANYTHING but make an actual sphere model 😭🙏

[kurokawaia]

dabi, hawks, bakugou reaction to kid yelling at their mom ?

DON'T YELL AT YOUR MAMA!

⋆·˚ ༘ * FEATURING :: Bakugou Katsuki, Hawks, Dabi - (separately)

⋆·˚ ༘ * WARNINGS :: none really, bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, second pov, reader is a mother, kids have a little bit of attitude, kids are around 5-8 years of age, slight spoilers for dabi! + more? MINI DRABBLES.

DABI

Dabi and yours first child has definitely inherited everything from Dabi, there isn't one thing that has been missed. Red hair, blue eyes and that same, quite annoying, sass and attitude. You didn't allow your son to have another cookie, keeping in mind he has had seven, causing him to retort, "Dad doesn't care! Why can't you be more like Dad! You're so annoying, Mum!" This wasn't the first time that your son has lashed out but it was never directed to you, so you didn't know what to do, you just stood there frozen with your lips slightly agape.

Dabi doesn't play around when it comes to you, not even his own child, no one will disrespect you, so you watch your son freeze up as he feels his fathers eyes glaring into the back of his head. "What did you just say? Do you want to repeat that or are you going to apologise?" Dabi asks, leaning down behind him, head next to his sons.

HAWKS

"You're not the boss of me!" Your daughter yells and you froze in place and you could feel Keigo looking at the both of you from the couch. You were both playing in front of the couches, on the plush carpet with her toys when you had told her, kindly, to pack up because it's time for bed when she began to yell at you with a tone you've never heard from her before.

Hawks makes sure to be a chill dad, being as nice and calm as possible is the best way to go in his mind. He doesn't yell, he never really has, so he wonders how she even learnt how to raise her voice. School, he realises. Keigo lets out a sigh before sitting upright from his previously laying down status and rests his elbows onto his knees. "I know I didn't, nor your mum raise you to speak like that, kid," Keigo scolds very lightly, but it's quite obvious that he doesn't sound very playful anymore. "Apologise," he says without any room for any back chat. Your daughter looks to the floor with tears welled in her eyes already.

Then, later on, he talks to his daughter about how to process frustrating emotions like that so she doesn't hurt her mama's feelings.

BAKUGOU

Bakugou truly tries to take the gentle parenting method that you opt for, but when his son is a carbon copy of him, it's really hard to do. His son has the exact same tone an attitude that is surprising for a kid to take on at that age but then again, his dad is Katsuki. "There's just one more broccoli on your plate, sweetheart, do you think you could eat it for me?" you ask gently and you were met with an immediate scowl from your son. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, I AM NOT EATING THAT!" All you could do was blink in shock, that was probably the first time that your son ever yelled at you directly about... well, you.

Beside you, Katsuki was about to drink some water but he stopped midway, glass halting in the air as his vermilion eyes lasered onto his sons. "You wanna repeat that?" Katsuki says in almost a dark grumble and his son immediately tenses up, knowing that he stuffed up. Katsuki will not have anyone talk back to you in such a tone, never. "You don’t ever talk to your mum like that again. Not unless you want me to ground your ass for a month. Apologise."

Your son mumbles one with his eyes to his knees.

"I didn't hear you, say it like you mean it or I'll consider that grounding," Katsuki says more sternly and then your son emits a louder apology while looking you in the eye which was enough for you. Because you knew that Katsuki at that age would've never done that so you're proud that he can make his carbon copy can. Instead of giving his son the little scolding later on, Katsuki gives you a scolding on telling you to stop being so nice.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

honey's a/note:: I hope you guys enjoyed this, im supposed to be working on my report for my assignment but i got bored ^^

[ghostgirl101]

Poppy Playtime Bigger Bodies (Antagonists) x You || General HCS

...if you were an orphan left mysteriously alive in the factory.

A/N: Aka you being protected by every bigger body brother sister significant mother huggable plush dog cat dough boy in the factory. 😀 also random note but I'd love to hear theories about chapter 5 coming out next year, I'm already ready for it lol, I think I heard its gonna be the last and there's gonna be multiple endings and I'm 100% down for all of it

Sidenote: These headcanons aren't gonna be massively romantic or anything just because they're trapped childrennnnn in animal plush forrrrms and idk writing that ifykwimeaaannn 😺someone freakier than me might attempt to tho lmao also I didn't manage to include Ms Delight in this one, I'm sorry, but girl gave me nightmares for a straight week 😭

CATNAP?

🐾 • Basically never says a word. Kitty's always staring in the back with those big, blank white eyes and gaping grin, looming over everything, lurking in red shadows. Don't think he's not always watching you, because he is. Everywhere. Anywhere. He knows.

🐾 • If you happened to know Catnap before "Catnap" and as Theodore Grambell, there are just two things to know. Don't ever call him by his real name. And don't ever leave him.

🐾 • Cat might actually, very, very slightly be tempted to question the almighty Prototype's intentions if and when he ever demands Catnap fetch you for them for a "discussion of sorts."

🐾 • Get used to being flung up onto his back at random points of the day or night to stalk around the factory levels with him. And also get used to the red mist, because if he thinks you need sleep, then you're gonna get sleep.

🐾 • He'll only stop when he realises that you get the nightmares too. That's how you'll know he cares. In his own ways.

🐾 • And if The Player tries to interact or find you in the factory, Catnap will actually scrap his love for a cat and mouse game with them, and go straight for the kill. And there's no death screen for this one.

🐾 • He's pobably one of the most protective out of all the Bigger Bodies surrounding you in Playtime factory. He won't let you go anywhere near the train, or the main ground floor where the entrance and exit are. It's been bolted and secured by The Prototype itself, and Huggy's another willing blockade to any attempted escapes.

🐾 • I'm rambling about the others now, so let's move on to them-

DOEY?

🍭 • Let me first state (for the very obvious fact, but in case you didn't know lol) that Doey the Doughman is infact multiple mans. Three. And more boys than men- we have Kevin, the "problem child" that has an uncontrolled temper, glaring scowl on his features, and the loudest voice. We've got poor Jack, the victim of falling into literal molten dough as a child, who just wants his mum and brings out the pure blue sadness in the mix. And Matt just tries to keep everyone together as a "dream child," being the most thoughtful and caring of the bunch. So that's that.

🍭 • I feel like out of all of them, Jack would barely say a word, probably still completely traumatised by everything and numbed in pain mentally and physically to end up like a bit of a blank, unresponsive slate. But if you give him time, and maybe a few hugs, he'll soften out of his shell in his own way, and will naturally just follow after you wherever and whenever he can in the factory, even giving the other boys a bit of a tug in your direction when they're fighting for control.

🍭 • Kevin wouldn't give the boys a tug, he would physically lunge and shove against Matt's gentleness to do as he wanted, or to speak to you himself. It would be a miracle for anyone to calm him down, and if it's not Matt getting in at just the right time, it'd be you.

🍭 • Matt's a complete gentle giant in every way, and so you and he would be a dream team in helping keep up the safe haven and a sense of order amongst the others. You'd probably see him asking you for guidance and leadership after a little while too, after he's done it almost completely alone up to this point.

🍭 • All three of them would gang up in an instant to defend or protect you, no questions asked, working in perfect harmony. Just like how brutal the fight with The Player ended up being, but heightened to an extreme, because here, there's no mental or physical conflict in their motives, there's just the raw instinct of protecting their own.

HUGGY?

🧸 • Big surprise - or maybe not - that he's probably one of the softest of the bunch when it comes to you and your protection. He would absolutely steal Catnap's move of just randomly scooping you up to wander around or play in the Game Station, except you'd be carried around on his shoulder for most of the time.

🧸 • He'll play whatever game you want with you, when he's not on surveillance for intruders. Tag or It can be mildly stressful with him though, just because, he will absolutely chase the hell after you until he's knocked you off your balance and into the air- "Huggy it's just a game 😭"

🧸 • The Prototype put Huggy Wuggy in charge of securing the main entrance and level of the factory, and so he takes it completely seriously. If The Player's on the hunt to find you, they'll have to get through Huggy first. He'll be raging, screeching the whole end scene of Chapter 4, because he saw you talk to The Player.

🧸 • Very much like a golden retriever one moment and then a guard dog with snapping teeth and dead eyes the next.

MOMMY LONG LEGS?

💗ྀི • This woman is INSANE 😭 😭 like whattt girl calm down just cus Catnap was giving us a ride around the Navigation Room we aren't gonna fall off and "smash into tiny bloodied pieces," if you keep poking at the Cat he's actually going to twist one of your pink arms off-

💗ྀི • Very protective. Insanely, 24/7, obsessively so. Every other child left her to die but one, so if you go anywhere near the main ground floor or the train, get ready for a momentary mental collapse until The Prototype itself has to threaten her nerves to get her to back off a bit

💗ྀི • She can actually be a nice presence to be around if you're missing your parents or family or anything you had to give up to live in hell underground, because she's motherly to the max and will treat you like you're four and can't do anything for yourself even though you most certainly are not four, and haven't been for some time

💗ྀི • Anyone she doesn't think is protecting and watchiing over you enough on the rare occasions that you're out of her reach is gonna risk being webbed up as a corpse somewhere around the factory, just as a warning sign. She has to teach her lessons, after all.

HARLEY SAWYER?

👁️ • This guy's an absolute bitch. In every way possible.

👁️ • He'll keep you around, not because The Prototype commands it, but either because you're either (1) his child somehow - my condolences to you to have a dad who's basically the monsters inc eye in a box - or (2) you were an interesting and possible subject choice for a future test that never saw the light of day before the Hour Of Joy.

👁️ • He just has a weird obsession with you in some way, though not as strongly as The Prototype's mentality. Harley's still a psychopathic ass, so don't expect much soft treatment. Just a lot of eyes on the old, broken-down security cameras in the factory and a snarky remark whenever you come to check on him in the Doctor's Lair.

👁️ • It'd give him all the more reason to dissect The Player if he found they were trying to reach you somehow. "After my orphan, I see. How inspired. You'll save no one."

THE PROTOTYPE?

⚠︎ • The most protective 101/100 out of every single being left alive in the factory. It just goes about things in a different, "creative" way.

⚠︎ • Low-key borderline obsessed with everything about you and everything you represent in their mind. Whatever they're planning, it's for you. Poppy who?

⚠︎ • All the Bigger Bodies under his control have the sole job to follow him blindly, and to make sure you stay alive, unharmed, fed and watered, and nowhere near the exit. You're not going anywhere. Playtime birthed you, Playtime is you.

⚠︎ • It'll go after The Player in its own ways. Using Catnap and Mommy and Huggy and everyone else to beat them down, and then get The Player to watch the inevitable. That's what makes it sweet. "It's not about you."

⚠︎ • Not very soft or sweet at all, because... It's The Prototype. But it can take on many acts, like it did with Ollie, and you might've gone through the whole thing of thinking you were friends with someone else hidden in the factory that tells you they're always here for you, they love you, you look so pretty today! when it's actually The Prototype all along. Just don't expect it to admit to those same words in its usual tones.

And there we have it. Two hours ten mins of writing Poppy Playtime headcanons 😀 I'm now going to lie unconscious in bed for an appropriate amount of time, so thanks for reading.

[allfearstofallto]

If Childe’s darling got injured and lost her memory, would he just roll with it? Diluc seems a lot more hesitant due to his guilt, but would Childe see it as a good thing? Like “yup we are married and u love me! Mwah!”

I WROTE MORE THAN I WAS SUPPOSED TO FOR THIS 😭

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

Forced Marriage AU

The man in front of you made you flustered. Almost to the point of silence. As he eyed you over cautiously, you were eyeing him as well. Taking in his unfamiliar features, his handsome face, strong jawline and big hands that felt you all over, checking you for more injuries. Did you know this man? Internally, you hoped you did, and he was sure acting like he knew you. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his breath against your lips. And it excited you.

His palm pressed to your forehead, a look of curiosity on his face, "You don't have a fever," he muttered beneath his breath, "Why is your face so red, love? Are you hurting anywhere."

Love?

Well, that solidified your mind that there was something happening between the two of you, making your heart beat excitedly in your chest.

"Just a little confused," you said back. Even your voice was foreign to you. This being the first time you'd spoken since you woke up in this large, oranate room. In a bed so plush and warm, you were getting buried in blankets and soft pillows. Next to a man so handsome and charming, you were sure he was some sort of model.

"You hit your head pretty hard out there. I told you to pace your steps when walking on ice. You don't have to try and keep up with me, I won't leave you behind," as he scolded you gently, his hand cupped the back of your head. His fingers gently caressing a knot that you didn't know you had, making you wince in his hold.

"I'm sorry?" You weren't sure what answer he wanted from you. Weren't even sure who he was or what you'd done wrong, but you felt like apologizing was the best option. Although, when you looked up at him once more, you were met with a frown and furrowed eyebrows.

"You're...sorry?" He questioned with a hum and you nodded, a little too quickly. Your head began to hurt again and you groaned from the throbbing pain.

He sat next to you, hit bottom sinking into the mattress. His touch, while gentle, seemed hesitant. He reached forward, eyeing you the entire time like he was waiting for you to snap and bite with a sudden change of heart. When you didn't, the orange haired man held your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of your palm before pressing a kiss to it. The entire time gauging your reaction with those blue eyes. He saw the way you flushed from the affection and his lip quivered ever so slightly.

"Who am I to you?" His question had a hint of malice behind it, but you truly couldn't tell.

"My- my boyfriend?"

"Your husband," He corrected with a smirk, pulling you a little too harshly into his firm, built chest. You hugged him back, squeezing him in an embrace that was supposed to be comforting, yet it felt so wrong. So unfamiliar to you.

Your husband's name was Ajax, although, everyone called him Childe. The two of you met in Liyue, where you were from, during an event called the Lantern Rite. Those words triggered something in your mind, a sense of familiarity that you hadn't felt in days. A sense of excitement and the smell of fireworks and greasy street food. When you looked to your husband, with a big beaming smile, telling him that you thought you remembered the event, he frowned.

"Don't force yourself to remember anything you don't need to," he said while patting your head. Words that were supposed to be spoken in comfort had such a dark foreboding energy to them, one he couldn't mask even if he tried.

Ajax worked as a trader of goods localized in Snezhnaya. That's why he typically was away from home. When asked what you did for work, he just gave you a signature smile and cupped your cheek in his hand, "Look pretty for me." You giggled bashfully as you were pulled into another one of his dominating kisses, sinking into his touch. He always kisses you like this, he told you, with his tongue in your mouth, lapping away as if he were trying to devour you whole. He always kisses you like that and you loved it. Even if your fight or flight always felt triggered when he approached.

But was that the truth? The maids, they whispered often about how different the lady was acting. You were the lady of the house weren't you? Ajax assured you that you were always like this. Yet, he seemed less and less honest as the days went by.

Coming home late at night with the coppery smell of blood on him and a dark, hollow look in his eyes. He was just trading butchered meat, that's all it was. So why couldn't you believe him?

And his touch, was just so cold, to a scary degree. Why did you flinch every time he touched you? And why did he seem to stare into your soul when you did? Like he was waiting for something, but when it didn't happen, he would just smile and pepper your face in kisses. Like he was trying to distract you from the part of yourself that needed to remember.

You lay awake at night next to Ajax. He'd long since fell asleep, but you couldn't get your heavy eyelids to stay shut. You'd been having nightmares, but you didn't tell him that. Nightmares about him, that felt more like a memory than a dream. He'd noticed that you'd began to pull away at each passing day and that only made him pull back harder. Your hands trembled as you thought of just what you were getting yourself into. When you looked over at the portrait of you two on the wall, a wedding painting you assumed. You and him, dressed head to toe in white. You looked at it and wondered if there was a reason why you weren't smiling in the painting? Why you looked scared instead?

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking about a yandere forgotten god...

(male yandere x gn mercenary reader)

part 1 / part 2

tw: manipulative behavior, reader was lost at sea before the story began, reader also has self-worth issues

you felt soft, cool hands shaking you awake. your head felt like it was full of cotton, but you could faintly hear a masculine voice excitedly speaking, "good morning! sorry to wake you up, but i can't have you dying on your first day here!"

as you feel yourself waking up, you try to rack your brain to figure out how you got in this situation. you slowly become aware of the sand beneath your body and the feeling of waves ebbing and flowing near your legs. are you... on a beach?

you struggle to open your eyes, but you can feel those same hands prop you up into a sitting position. you feel a cool hand against your forehead, and you lean into the hand before you can stop yourself.

you hear the voice again, "you poor thing! you're burning up!" the voice sounded concerned, but through your muffled hearing you could also make out concealed... excitement?

you feel one arm move to support your back and another underneath your knees. you begin trying to open your eyes again, and as you do you can feel yourself being lifted off of the sandy beach. the voice pipes up again, "let me bring you inside! it's been so long since someone has washed up on my island!"

as you finally muster up the strength to open your eyes, you see the source of the voice you've been hearing and the person carrying you. he's a taller man with a dark, tanned complexion. he has long hair, with some strands styled into braids and gold adornments scattered throughout. one notable feature that stood out to you was golden, almost inhuman looking eyes.

a sudden wave of fatigue overwhelms you, as you feel the desire to sleep grow. you try to force yourself to stay awake, but you can only delay the inevitable for so long as your exhaustion catches up to you.

the person carrying you is still muttering, whether he's talking to you or himself is unclear, but it slowly fades out as you lose consciousness.

~

you wake up to a faint floral scent and the feeling of a soft, plush bed. you feel the silken sheets beneath you, nicer and cleaner than anything you've slept in within the past several years, possibly even your whole life. your head is resting on a downy, fluffy pillow, almost moulding to the shape of your head as you lay there.

during your years as a traveler and mercenary, you have become accustomed to the rough and scratchy sheets, rock-hard pillows, and damp musty rooms in whatever inn you could scrounge up enough coins to stay in.

you vaguely remember taking a job as a guard on a merchant's ship, but struggle to remember how you ended up in a bed that was definitely too nice to be something you belong in.

as your sleepy mind is processing as much as it can in your tired state, you hear footsteps approaching.

you start moving your arms and legs to sit up in the bed as you hear the voice from before. "oh! you're awake! i made some food for you, i'll be right back!!" followed by the sound hurried footsteps leaving whatever room you're in.

as you finally sit up and open your eyes, you start to take in the room you've found yourself in. it almost looks like... a cave? the walls are rocky and uneven, but still covered in ivy and lush vegetation. there are pieces of furniture you would expect to see in a normal bedroom, but there are also flowerpots all over the room, each filled with plants and flowers you've never seen before. you also notice a couple... bird nests? just... where are you?

you didn't even know who brought you here or how you ended up here. something about this situation felt off to you, and you start to process that this is somewhere you should not be and definitely don't belong.

suddenly you hear the sound of footsteps rushing back towards you and as he enters the room you can finally get a good look at the person who brought you away from the shore.

you vaguely remember seeing his dark skin and hair with gold pieces in it before, but you didn't remember much else. you immediately notice his clean, white clothes. which is typically impossible to attain and then maintain by people who have to dirty their hands for a living. a piece of fabric is draped over his shoulder, but most of his chest appears to be exposed. in addition to his hair adornments, his ears, arms, and neck are all covered in gold accessories. you also didn't notice just how long his hair was, reaching down to the middle of his back. you can tell that it is very well maintained and taken care of.

he walks over to you, carrying a tray of food. he smiles at you before stating "i found you washed up on shore, but i couldn't let you just lay there. you appeared ill when i found you, so you should definitely eat something healthy and rest as much as possible while you recover."

he places the tray of food on your lap as you process his words, "...thank you," you reply, "but... why would you help me?"

"well... it's not every day someone washes up on the my island's shores!" he giggles.

you think momentarily before replying, "so... how often does this happen?"

the question appears to catch him off guard, and his smile falters for a second as he looks away. "well... uh... this is... it's probably been... a couple hundred years, actually."

you process his response and start to pay closer attention to the feeling of unease thats been steadily growing within you as you interacted with the stranger.

if he was telling the truth, that would make him some kind of immortal being. a nymph? a god?

you were just some mercenary looking to make a living, and you certainly weren't strong enough to take on any kind of immortal. you feel more uncertainty creep in, there's no way he would actually care about some mercenary... he's... this has to be a trap, right?

he seems to notice your unease and anxiety regarding your current situation. he sighs gently and looks at the floor, "look, i know this must be scary for you. first being lost at sea and then washing up on some strange island. but... i really do want to help you," he smiles, "please, just let me take care of you, at least until you recover."

you still feel unsure, but what could you do? he has already helped you, he brought you into his... house... and let you sleep in his clean bed. which is... more than some mercenary deserves already...

you slowly shift your gaze down to the food on the tray he set on your lap. soup, bread, and some chicken. you pick up the spoon sitting next to the soup, submerge it in the soup, and sluggishly bring it to your lips.

it's... the best soup you've ever tasted.

he smiles at you as you eat and suddenly you remember you never asked for his name. "so uh, who exactly are... you?" you ask.

he giggles, "no one you would know, but i suppose humans do love their little names for things. now that i'm not alone anymore, maybe having a name would be a nice change of pace."

his word choice suggests the length of your stay will likely be... longer than you would have anticipated. but it's too late, he's definitely not going to let you go. he finally has someone to talk to, spend time with, embrace, love. why would he let this opportunity pass him by?

"you can call me cal, dear~" he chuckles to himself before continuing, "now eat up before your meal gets cold~"

a/n: yeah so he is definitely inspired by calypso from the odyssey eoriskwksla. i thought it would be a neat concept, especially if the person on the island did not have a significant other. he genuinely just wants to be around another person after being cursed and then forgotten after hundreds of years. he is super soft and sweet towards you though. however in classic yandere fashion, he also intends to make sure you never leave :)

[ms-snape]

Hey, can I request a young sirius x reader where he have a crush on her but he' mostly used to flirt with the girls and have he watts but the reader isn't like that and she keeps rejecting him....it' okay if you don't...I Just love your writing♡

Title: Not like others

Warning: flirt sirius

Word Count: 2500+

Masterlist

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The sun hung low over Hogwarts, casting a golden hue across the grounds, illuminating the ancient stone and sprawling greenery. The Great Lake shimmered under the afternoon light, rippling gently with the whispers of the breeze. Laughter echoed from the Gryffindor common room, where the Marauders had congregated, their typical banter filling the air.

Sirius Black lounged comfortably on the plush armchair, his signature smirk in place as he flirted effortlessly with a group of girls who hung on his every word. He thrived in the attention, relishing the playful banter and the easy confidence that came from being the center of attraction. Yet, amidst the laughter and lighthearted jests, his thoughts drifted. They wandered to her—Y/n, the girl who had somehow breached the fortress of his heart.

Y/n sat nearby, engaged in conversation with Lily and James, her laughter ringing like a melody that captivated him. She was stunning, her features a blend of innocence and strength, but what truly drew him in were her eyes—deep and expressive, reflecting a world of thoughts and emotions. Yet, despite his heart racing at her presence, Sirius struggled with the way he felt about her.

He had always been a flirt, weaving through relationships like a butterfly, leaving behind a trail of admirers and broken hearts. But with Y/n, it was different. She wasn’t just another girl; she had become a secret treasure, something worth cherishing, yet he couldn’t find the words to convey his feelings. Instead, he resorted to his old ways, flirtation pouring from his lips like honey, masking the deeper emotions brewing within him.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he drawled, leaning back with that familiar, devil-may-care attitude as he aimed his attention at Y/n. She glanced up, momentarily meeting his gaze, and the light in her eyes dimmed slightly. It was a subtle shift, barely noticeable, yet it cut through him like a knife.

“Do you need help with your Charms essay?” she asked, a faint smile touching her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Only if you promise to help me pass,” he teased, casting her a roguish grin. His heart sank as he noticed her forced smile.

Y/n turned her attention back to Lily, dismissing him without another glance. It stung more than he anticipated. The fleeting moments where they would steal glances at each other were now replaced with a growing distance. Confusion gnawed at him; he could see the hurt in her expression, but he didn't know how to bridge the gap he had unintentionally created.

As days passed, the pattern continued. Sirius would flirt and charm, drawing laughter from those around him, but Y/n remained distant. She spent time with Lily, her laughter still ringing, but it was tinged with an undertone of sadness that tugged at Sirius’s heartstrings.

It was during a quiet evening in the common room that Remus noticed the shift in atmosphere. Sirius sat across from him, a frown creasing his forehead as he stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace.

“Mate, what’s up with you?” Remus asked, concern lacing his voice.

Sirius sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair. “It’s Y/n. I can’t seem to reach her. Every time I flirt with her, it’s like I’m pushing her away.”

“Have you considered that maybe she sees you as just another fling?” Remus mused, his brow furrowing in thought. “You’re known for your charm, Sirius. She might think you want her for all the wrong reasons.”

“I don’t!” Sirius exclaimed, frustration leaking through his tone. “I like her, Remus. I genuinely like her. But every time I try to show it, I just end up making things worse.”

Remus leaned back, crossing his arms as he regarded his friend. “Maybe you need to try something different. Show her you care without the flirtation. Get her flowers or something.”

“Flowers?” Sirius echoed, incredulous. “I’m not some lovesick puppy!”

“Right, but if you want her to believe that you’re serious about your feelings, you have to show her. She’s not going to believe it if you keep playing the same game,” Remus replied, his voice calm but firm.

Sirius mulled over Remus’s words. It felt utterly foreign to him—this idea of soft gestures and vulnerability. But if it meant winning Y/n’s heart, he was willing to try. He just had to learn how to break through the walls he’d unintentionally built around her heart.

The next morning, Sirius made a plan. He found himself wandering through the Hogwarts grounds, heading towards the greenhouses. The vibrant flowers swayed in the gentle breeze, each petal whispering promises of beauty. He approached a cluster of blooming daisies and picked a small bouquet, the innocent blooms representing the simplicity of his growing affection for Y/n.

Clutching the flowers tightly, he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. His heart raced with uncertainty, thoughts swirling in his mind. Would this be enough to prove to Y/n that he was different? That he wanted more than just a fleeting moment?

When he entered the common room, Y/n was sitting by the window, her gaze lost in the distance. The sunlight caught her hair, making it glow, and for a moment, Sirius simply stood there, captivated. Taking a deep breath, he approached her, forcing down the anxiety that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Y/n?” he said softly, and she turned to him, surprise flickering in her eyes.

“What’s this?” she asked, glancing at the flowers in his hand.

“Um, they’re for you,” he stammered, the words tumbling out awkwardly.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “For me?”

“Yeah. I thought… I thought maybe you’d like them,” he said, extending the bouquet toward her.

She hesitated, her gaze shifting from the flowers to his face, searching for something deeper. “Why, Sirius?”

“Because I like you,” he replied, his heart pounding. “Not just as a flirtation or a game. I care about you, Y/n.”

Her expression remained guarded, doubt clouding her features. “You say that now, but you’ve always been a flirt. How am I supposed to believe you?”

The sting of her words hit hard. “Because I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. I’m not trying to play you, I promise.”

Y/n reached out, tentatively accepting the flowers, but the uncertainty in her eyes lingered. “I just… I don’t want to be another one of your flings, Sirius. I’m not like the others.”

“I don’t want that either,” he insisted, his voice earnest. “I’m trying to show you that I’m serious about us. I want to be more than just a passing moment.”

For a brief moment, hope flickered in her eyes before it dimmed again. “It’s hard to believe that when you’ve built your reputation on charm.”

Sirius felt a wave of frustration wash over him, but he held it back, knowing it wouldn’t help his case. Instead, he thought of Remus and his advice. “Give me a chance to prove it. Let me show you how I feel.”

As the days rolled by, Sirius embraced the challenge. With Remus’s guidance, he began to shower Y/n with small, thoughtful gestures. He’d leave her little notes hidden in her books, the words carefully chosen to reflect his growing feelings. He surprised her with her favorite sweets from Honeydukes, savoring the way her eyes lit up with joy each time.

“Honestly, Sirius,” she said one evening, glancing at the assortment of chocolates he’d brought her. “You’re being way too nice.”

“Is that a bad thing?” he replied, a teasing lilt in his voice, but his heart raced with nervous energy. “I just want to show you I’m serious about this.”

Y/n took a deep breath, her defenses slowly crumbling as she began to see the sincerity in his actions. “You’re really trying, aren’t you?”

“Every day,” he admitted, the weight of his feelings resting heavily in the air between them. “I just want you to see that I’m different. That I care about you, not just as a flirt but as someone I want in my life.”

She looked at him for a long moment, her expression softening. “It’s hard to let go of my doubts, Sirius. I’ve seen how you are with other girls. It’s difficult to reconcile that with how you are with me.”

Sirius nodded, understanding her struggle. “I know I have a reputation, but I promise you—what I feel for you is real. It scares me, to be honest, but it’s the truth.”

Their conversations continued, each interaction building a bridge between them, and slowly, the walls Y/n had erected began to crumble. She’d catch glimpses of his true self—the gentle side that cared deeply, and with every small act, he felt himself falling further into the depths of his feelings.

One evening, as the Marauders gathered in their usual spot in the common room, Sirius couldn’t help but steal glances at Y/n. She was sitting with Lily, sharing a laugh over some inside joke, the sound of her happiness wrapping around him like a warm blanket. It was a comforting sight, yet a pang of longing tightened in his chest.

“Alright, Padfoot,” James said, nudging him. “You’re practically drooling over there. Just go talk to her!”

“Yeah, before she gets snatched up by someone else,” Remus chimed in, a teasing smile gracing his lips.

“I’m trying!” Sirius retorted, but a nervous energy buzzed within him. “I just… want to make sure I don’t mess this up.”

“Just be honest,” James advised, his tone turning serious. “You’ve been making progress. Show her that you’re genuine.”

With that, Sirius rose, his heart pounding as he crossed the room. Y/n looked up as he approached, her expression shifting from surprise to curiosity.

“Hey, can I borrow you for a minute?” he asked, a hint of nervousness coloring his voice.

“Sure,” she replied, her smile encouraging.

He led her to a quieter corner of the common room, the soft glow of the fire casting gentle shadows around them. “I just wanted to talk to you… away from everyone else,” he said, his throat tightening.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice gentle.

“I know I’ve messed up in the past,” he began, his heart racing. “And I know it’s hard for you to see me as anything more than a flirt. But the truth is, you mean more to me than I can put into words. I’m falling for you, Y/n, and I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

Her eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. “You’re serious?”

“Yes,” he affirmed, stepping closer, his gaze unwavering. “I know it’s scary and uncertain, but I want to give us a chance. You’re not just another girl to me. You’re special.”

Y/n’s expression softened, a mix of vulnerability and hope reflecting in her eyes. “I want to believe you, Sirius, but it’s hard.”

“I understand,” he replied, reaching out to gently take her hand. “But I promise, I’ll show you. Just give me a chance.”

Tension hung in the air as they stood together, hearts racing in sync. For a brief moment, it felt like the world had faded away, leaving just the two of them amidst the crackling warmth of the fire.

As days turned into weeks, Sirius continued to prove himself, each gesture a step closer to Y/n’s heart. They studied together, shared secrets, and laughed late into the night, the connection between them growing deeper. Y/n began to let her guard down, her laughter becoming more genuine, the warmth of their interactions melting away her reservations.

One evening, while sitting under the stars on the castle grounds, Y/n turned to Sirius, her expression thoughtful. “You’ve really changed, you know. I’ve never seen this side of you before.”

Sirius chuckled softly, a warm smile playing on his lips. “It’s all your fault, really. You make me want to be better.”

Y/n laughed, the sound light and free, and it filled him with joy. “I’m glad. I really am.”

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, his tone shifting as he searched for the right words. “About how I feel. I mean, it’s not just about flirting anymore. I want to be with you, for real.”

Y/n’s breath caught, surprise dancing in her eyes. “Sirius… do you mean it?”

“Every word,” he declared, leaning in closer, vulnerability evident in his gaze. “I want you in my life, not just as a fleeting moment but as something lasting.”

A smile broke across her face, illuminating the shadows of doubt that had lingered for so long. “I believe you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft rustle of leaves.

Sirius felt a warmth spread through him at her words, a sense of relief washing over him. “Really?”

“Yeah, I do,” she replied, her eyes shining with sincerity. “I think I’m starting to see the real you beneath all that charm.”

Their gazes locked, and in that moment, everything shifted. The air crackled with unspoken feelings, and Sirius leaned in, his heart pounding with anticipation. The distance between them vanished as their lips met in a tender kiss, a sweet culmination of everything they had built together.

As the weeks continued to unfold, the Marauders witnessed the transformation in their friend. Sirius was no longer the carefree flirt, but rather a young man in love, navigating the complexities of his newfound feelings. Y/n brought out the best in him, and he reveled in the joy of being with her.

One day, as they sat in the common room surrounded by their friends, Y/n leaned into Sirius, her head resting on his shoulder. “You know, I never thought I’d find someone like you,” she murmured softly.

Sirius smiled, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her closer. “And I never thought I’d want someone so much,” he admitted, a hint of awe in his voice.

Their friends watched the exchange with knowing smiles, the atmosphere in the room warm and filled with laughter. The Marauders shared their own banter, but the love blossoming between Sirius and Y/n was undeniable, a testament to the power of genuine affection.

With every passing day, Sirius found himself more entrenched in his feelings, each moment shared with Y/n reinforcing his belief that love could exist beyond mere flirtation. And as they continued to grow together, he realized that beneath the charm and bravado lay a heart yearning for connection—one that had finally found its match.

Their journey was just beginning, but the road ahead shimmered with promise, illuminated by the light of their love—a bond forged through laughter, understanding, and the unbreakable connection that comes from truly knowing one another.

In the depths of his heart, Sirius Black understood that this was no longer just a game; it was real, and he was ready to embrace it fully.

As the stars twinkled above them, Sirius squeezed Y/n's hand, feeling her warmth beside him. Together, they stepped into a future that held countless adventures, where their love would grow, unfurling like the flowers he had once brought her—delicate yet resilient, a beautiful testament to their journey together.

[radidoes]

PRETTY PET

alastor/reader, sfw 'n nsfw headcannons. readers' soul is owned by alastor. MINORS DNI!

A/N: i haven't written in like a year especially smut so forgive me as this isn't my best work. i don't proof read sorry.. PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS FOR ANYONE (I NEED ANONS TOO)

SFW-

he loves bringing you everywhere with him, in the hotel, cannibal town, overlord meetings etc..,, he just can't help but to flaunt you around town!! especially with that pretty green collar around ur neck...

enjoys buying you stuff, whether it be a flattering dress or matching brooches, he loves seeing his little doll all dressed up!!

takes u on romantic little dates around hell, you find it charming he spares so much time for you but it's his secret way of letting others know ur his; purposely holding you by your thick green chain.

makes sure everyone knows how much you've devoted your soul to him, making you speak on broadcast to list all the things you love about him; and how you'd never ever dare think about being with another person. hearing all of this inflates his already huge ego.

NSFW-

loves rutting into you while holding on your chain for stability, it turns him on even more if you struggle to keep your breath due to the pressure on your neck

markssss omgg, he loves marking your neck, chest, thighs ANYWHERE where he can make sure everyone knows ur his. hickies, bites, 'n claw marks. in return u leave cute little scratch marks on his back to find later! :3

your glossy eyes 'n fucked out face after being fucked dumb is something he enjoys seeing, it makes him feel good knowing he's the only one who makes YOU feel good.

if ur being bratty he makes you get urself off on his pants, not caring if ur big doe eyes are filled with tears and desperation,, such a meanie!! :( luckily he's more than happy to help if you apologize and promise to never have such devotion to anyone else!!

if you have animal features, he is so mean!! pulling 'n yanking on ur ears, tails, horns and anywhere he can grab on! but when u try to do the same with his horns when he's eating you out oh so nicely, he quickly shuts it down by tightning his grip on ur plush thighs, drawing a little blood he more than happily laps up.

the type of guy to get turned on by knowing he has more power over u, so it makes his cock hard when you have to crawl on your knees while he's pulling ur collar, watching you quickly scramble to his feet and look up at him with your eyes pricked with tears.

A/N- I AM SOOO TERRIBLY DOWN HORRENDOUS FOR THIS MAN.. I REALLY HOPE THIS DOES GOOD... I want requests for him 'n anyone else....

[sictkrs]

Boyfriend!SteveHarrington and having sex in his car on his work break drabble because I feel like that's a thing that would totally happen.

warnings!: MNDNI 18+. Unprotected (pls use protection irl) p in v. Light praise kink? Public sex?, sex in car. grinding/dryhumping.

Smut under the cut :3

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"Fu-fuck, honey, I don't know i-if this.." he trails off, his head hitting the headrest with a soft thud. His grip strained on your waist as his eyes shut tight. Trying to hold onto some control of the situation. But he seems to fail miserably when you give him another roll of your hips. He lets out a soft whimper. 

Your eyes trace every feature on his face, trying to remember every detail of the boy in front of you. His usual perfect hair is slightly messy now, strands falling into his face as he presses the back of his head against the seat again. It’s almost euphoric to see him like this. Your sweet, smug boyfriend, all needy and embarrassed. After letting out a shaky breath, he continues.

"I don’t know if this is the best idea, sweetheart."

His eyes meet yours. The pretty hazel colour all glazed over as he looked at you.

"You want me to stop?"

You ask, now slightly worried that you pushed him too far.

"Nononono, don't stop, please. I-I'm just scared Robin is gonna tap at the window or something and see us," he says with an airy laugh, looking down at you. He loved having you like this, straddling him in his car, the risk of Robin or anyone else from work, for that matter, seeing him like this.

"So… You want me to speed up?"

Your head tilted to the side as you asked, looking at the brown-haired boy.

"Please" 

He asks, desperate for any source of friction besides the tightness of his jeans.

Your hands make quick work of the jeans as he supports your hips, lifting you up a little so you're able to shuffle them down to his knees, bringing his boxers down in suit.

He lets out a relieved sigh as his cock finally hits the warm air.

His fingers go under your skirt, pulling the lacey panties down. He has a satisfied smirk on his face as he sees the wet spot on them.

Finally, he runs the tip of his cock against your folds. Your shared arousal mixed as you let out a shaky breath. He does the motion again, pressing his tip against your swollen bundle of nerves. A whimper escapes your lips.

"Steve…" 

You whisper out a small plea for him.

"I know, honey. I know" 

He whispers in response. He holds your hips and slowly gets you to sink onto him. His thick member stretches out your walls so deliciously. He lets out a low groan. You take the opportunity to start rocking on him; you can feel how his cock throbs in you, and soon the car is filled with wet squelching sounds and muffled moans as your arms wrap around his neck and his hands are placed lower on your hips, gripping into the plush of your ass as he lets out groans of pleasure.

"That's it, baby; that's a good girl."

He whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck as you move, back and forth, up and down. The praise fills your senses as he whispers little encouragements.

"Fuck, feels so good. Taking me so well"

He talks mindlessly. His eyes shut tight. Soon, precise movements become sloppier as he fucks up into you, causing you to moan into his shoulder. A knot is starting to wind in your stomach.

"ah, shit… can feel your pussy pulling me deeper, baby."

Steve mumbles. 

"S-steve... I, please"

You blab out. The knot squeezes tighter and tighter. You can tell he's almost there too by the way he thrusts up more into you instead of letting you ride him.

"yeahyeahyeah me too, honey. Just let go when you need to. Wanna feel you cum around my cock."

He mutters into your ear, his grip on your ass tightening as you bounce on his cock.

After he thrusts up more, pressing right against that sweet spot in your sponge walls, you can feel the white-hot pleasure take over. A string of obscenities leaves your lips as you cum around him, your legs shaking as you moan his name so sweetly in his ear. It sets him off too, fucking his white rops of cum into you, whimpering and moaning at the way your walls practically milk his cock of anything.

Your chest flushes against his as you catch your breath, your cunt still clenching around his sensitive member. After a few seconds, he places a kiss against your head, his shoulders slumped and loose.

"Did so good for me, baby" 

He whispered sweetly. You hum back in response.

"What time is it?"

You ask, looking up at him, your eyes half-lidded as you look up at your sweet boyfriend. He glanced at the clock on the car. A relaxed smile on his face.

"Ten minutes since my break ended"

He says. You groan and rest your head against his chest.

"I don't want you to leave."

You whisper into his shirt. He runs his fingers through your hair.

"I don't have to."

He whispers, pressing another kiss on your head.

"You can't leave Robin all alone, Steve. You're already late. 

"I'm sure she'd understand."

He says this, trying to convince you. You snort. 

"What are you gonna say, huh? 'Sorry, I ditched you, Robin. I was tired because I had to go have sex with my girlfriend in the parking lot'."

He smiles at your mockery and lets out an airy laugh.

"We'll figure it out." 

[thethingsidolmao]

Who takes care of the leader? - scoups story

So from the poll, it seemed the hip-hop team won, so expect they to get stories first. I am up for suggestions of what you want to see :))

The sound of quiet filled the room, echoing the melancholy mood that hung over Y/N as she glanced at her phone, checking the time for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. The clock read close to midnight, and she knew that any moment now, Scoups would be wrapping up another long day of dance practice with Seventeen.

Concern etched lines into Y/N's face as she thought about him. Scoups had been pushing himself hard, too hard, she worried, considering his knee. He had surgery before, and now another one loomed on the horizon. The last thing he needed was to strain it further.

Just then, the front door creaked open, and there he was, leaning slightly against the door frame, exhaustion pulling at every line of his body. His eyes lit up with a tired smile when he saw Y/N waiting for him, a mix of relief and weariness washing over his features.

"Hey," Scoups murmured, his voice a rough whisper. Y/N rushed over, instinctively slipping her arms around him, feeling the tension in his muscles, the warmth of his skin beneath her touch.

"Hey yourself," she replied softly, her fingers gently threading through his hair. "You look like you could use a break."

Scoups chuckled wearily, leaning into her embrace. "I could definitely use that. And maybe some of your amazing cooking?"

Y/N smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. "I've got something better planned tonight," she said with a twinkle in her eye, guiding him towards the living room where a cozy setup awaited them.

A plush blanket lay draped over the couch, cushions arranged just so. Candles flickered on the coffee table, casting a warm glow across the room. She put on some soft music to play in the background, to set the cozy spa mood.

Scoups sank gratefully onto the couch, Y/N beside him. They cuddled for a little while before Y/N fetched some moisturizer and a towel from the kitchen. She knelt in front of him, her eyes tender, and gently started massaging his injured knee, guiding his hands to relax on his other knee.

"How's it feeling?" she asked softly, her fingertips tracing the line of his scar.

"Better now," Scoups admitted, his voice low and filled with gratitude. "Thank you for this." Like it was the first time he had taken a break in a long time.

Y/N smiled, her touch tender as she gently massaged his knee, careful not to apply too much pressure. "You know," she said softly, "you don't always have to push yourself so hard. I worry about you."

Scoups met her gaze, his expression softening. "I know," he murmured, his fingers intertwining with hair. "But when I'm dancing, with all of them, it's like... everything else fades away. It's worth it."

Y/N nodded, understanding glinting in her eyes. "I know," she whispered back, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, soft and lingering. "Just promise me you'll take care of yourself, too. They need you, but more than that, I need you."

Scoups smiled against her lips, his heart swelling with love for the woman who cared for him so deeply. "I promise," he murmured, his voice starting to sound more like himself.

They spent the rest of the night cocooned in each other's arms, talking in hushed tones, laughing that lasted well into the night. Y/N held him close, her heart lightened knowing that she could give him the care he deserved tonight.

The end!

[maddyguru]

taro-nii punishing you for talking to a boy by eating u out & overstimming you until ur head is mush and ur thoughts are all about how good taro-nii’s tounge is….

tw. incest, dark content, squirting, anal play, face sitting, light (ass and pussy) spanking, cunnilingus obviously, face sitting, eating pussy from behind, sakamoto is possessive yet loyal, all characters are 18+, MINORS AND ANTIS DON'T INTERACT

He really loves you. And everybody knows that. How? from the way he is with you. Always with his baby girl no matter where he goes. Yes, he knows his life as an assassin can make it difficult for him to date anyone and even lead a normal life, but that is why, he has this relationship with you- because he knows nobody would understand him like you do.

You see, Sakamoto really doesn't play about you and won't play about you. He has told you many times to not talk to boys because they can never be anything like him; a dedicated and strong man who would never back down from protecting and loving you. Loving you was the best thing he ever did in his life.

So, why is it so hard for you to listen to niisan? He told you time and time again to NOT talk to boys you don't know but you disobey him. He's disappointed in you.

Now you're on his bed, your bed, spread eagle with his hands on both side of your thighs as he made sure to eat you out good.

His tongue flicked across your sensitive little clit, suckling on them and run across your labia and he focuses a little on the right side of your clit because he knows that's your pleasure spot. He loves listening to the way you were moaning niichan, niichan, niichan, and eventually I'm sorry. It turns him on everytime you confirmed how good his skills are. You're looking into his handsome feature as he tongue fuck you again and again and he winked back, cocky man that he is.

"niichan!!!" you screamed as you had your first orgasm. He loves hearing you scream, and he can feel his cock hurts in his pants, straining inside the sweat pants he was wearing after your first orgasm hits. You were always so sensitive.

He didn't let you rest from that high, as he quickly puts you into another position. Quickly, he pushed you across the bed towards the glass of the apartment until your poor titties were pressed erotically on the cool glass, and he spreads your ass cheek apart to see your pussy, and your other hole of course.

"Kyaa! o-onii-chan! hnnh! don't look at my ass and pussy like that, please!!" You turn to look at him who has his knees on the floor, face so close to your plush ass cheeks. He smirked at the plea, and then ignores you completely. His eyes wander towards this ass he has touched so many times. He grabbed the meat, shakes it a bit and listen to you whining like a little brat, and then continues to spread your ass cheek again, watching your little pussy twitches, and his eyes landed towards your tiny asshole.

Fuck, I wanna tongue fuck her in the ass, He says to himself. Admiring the beauty of his sister's ass, He went on and quickly flicked his tongue on your asshole, earning a surprised yelp from you, who's never even been touched before over there.

"Ah!!!! oniichan, that's...! that's my... my other hole...!" You squirmed, both your cheeks still spread open by him and he made a loud noise as he eats your ass for the first damn time. He can feel his cock getting harder at finally eating your ass-pussy. He groaned at the taste of your ass, so sweet with a little musk, but that's just how you are. You try to cover your ass from the embarrassment, but he lets go of both of your ass cheeks, let his face be buried into those plump juicy ass you have, and then spanked your left cheek harshly, making you scream and the sound of your ass coming in contact with his big hands filled the room.

He didn't do the spanking fast. No, he waited for the jiggling to stop, and then went on to the other cheek and slap your ass so hard, and repeat the process. Wait until the cheek stop jiggling, and then slap the other, making you whine and until it gets too much for you, your ass would twitch up to get away from his hands and jiggling at the process of his spanking- and of course your loud, lewd moans as your ass shakes to get away from him.

He counts until 3 and start attacking that tiny ass again, flicking and sucking at your little other ona hole. He hears you whine and cry at the new sensation you're feeling in your ass, his tongue making you crazy and teasing your tight hole- teasing to get in, but he won't just yet. He just wants to bury his face into that plumpy ass and lick your ass pussy for the first time.

"oniichan... onii- please... stop... its's too much tongue for me...!" you whined, but he isn't satisfied yet. He continues to flick his tongue across your ass hole. And then very suddenly, he went on to your abandoned pussy and surprises you. He continues to flick at your clit and labia, sucking and slurping that pussy- and then went to your ass again. and then pussy. ass. pussy. alternating between two holes making you cry and shake, ass twitching from the overstimulation.

He buries his face into your ass, licking at the crack and pussy. until he pulls you down onto the carpet, making you sit on his face.

"Oniichan!!! we're still in front of the glass door...! someone might... see us!" you plead. And it's true what you say. Their neighbours can literally walk inside their house and see how the sakamoto siblings are fucking each other. Get a great view at your exposed titties and pussy, sitting on top of your big brother like this.

He ignored you and continue slurping your pussy. With the same technique, making sure you're driven mad by how good his tongue works. His whole face is covered by your big ass as he eats it out, switching between your pussy and ass continuously, making you crazy from the overstimulation and constant switching. Your hands on the glass door and you moaning like a bitch in heat, eyes lit up with tears as you pray to God your neighbour won't walk around and see your boobs and pussy in this embarrassing position, getting eaten out by niichan.

He knows you're praying right now. so he flicks his tongue faster from your pussy to your tight ass, and he lifts your ass up abit so he can get a clear view of your plush ass, and eats your ass-pussy again. He knows how you've held on, and eventually as he eats your tight ass, in that ass half up position, you squirted a lot on his face, and he hums to himself as he keeps flicking his tongue on your asshole again and again as you squirt again for the second time with your loud screams.

It stops for abit, but then he moves his face away, spanking your pussy as he tap your labia and you scream and squirt. He waits for it to end as its only a little, and then spank your naughty pussy again until you squirt a bit of water, and then the third time.

Exhausted, you fall on your feet, burying his face with your ass. You were catching your breath, breathing so hard.

"Niisan... ok... i won't... talk to boys... again..." you say, as your mind turned mushy and the only thing you know is how good that son of a bitch is with his tongue.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

Thank you for the claude x reader again i felt my soul cleansed by how cute it was!! Heart feels so full..... claude is so easily flustered....

claude figures it out

continuation to this post i just like writing flustered guys. thanks for the enablement

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waiting for you to finish your laughing fit, claude holds a pillow close to his chest, despite having a perfectly good reader spooning him on the couch. his nose barely pokes up from the edge of the pillow. he settled on covering his face while he tried thinking of nicknames for you. it took about ten minutes of schmoopy out-of-character pet names to get to now. "can you hurry up and get it together already?" he blusters, squeezing the pillow tight.

you squeeze him in return now that your laughter is fading. "sorry, it's just..." you clear your throat. "really, none of these are working for you?"

"they're too corny." the edge of claude's lips rub against the pillow as he speaks. "i feel like i'm reading off Good Housekeeping's relationship advice."

"what, you don't want me to call you cuddlebug?"

"no, i don't." claude inches closer to you, unconsciously proving your point. you can't see the bottom half of his face with that pillow, but you just know he's pouting up a storm.

you stroke the side of his face, fingers tracing along his cheek and loose strands of hair. he leans into the touch despite his grumpy stare. with your other arm, you lower the pillow to over his tummy instead, and admire his slightly puffy cheeks, the plush of his lip, the blush blooming over his features. about time you got that pillow out of the way. he looks good in red.

you slightly shake your head in admiration. "you're as red as a flower."

"okay, well..." claude doesn't even bother finishing his protest. without the pillow to preserve the heat, he wraps his hands around your arm as he nuzzles you.

you end up with your arm as a makeshift stuffed animal for him. once claude gets comfortable you may as well have him in a loose headlock. a warm breath gleans across your arm as he speaks, low and contented, too shy to go louder than a whisper. "you got me slipping, flower," he admits as he buries his face into the crook of your elbow.

the next thing you hear is him inhale, then let out a muffled whine. it wavers, uncertain whether he's embarrassed or delighted.

you kiss him on the head because you may as well add to whatever emotion he's feeling. "is that how you see me, pretty boy?"

"oh my godddd."

"i'm your pretty little flower, huh?"

"i just called you flower," claude retorts, only to whine a few seconds later. "no, i didn't mean to—i mean, you're—you're putting words in my mouth."

you tilt his head back so you can meet his eye. poor guy looks like he's about to have a heart attack, but it's just too fun teasing him. he must be secretly enjoying it too. you brush his bangs back and leave another kiss on his forehead. "then say it again."

"little flower."

you have a wicked smile. "ah?"

claude realizes it too late. "you are so—" his words turn into squeaks as you attack him with kisses. "i'm never calling you that again!" he lies. "are you fucking serious right now, OfficeJet?!"

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✧. ┊ part 1 ✧. ┊ part 2 ✧. ┊ part 3

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[hexwhore]

Prompt 111 ?..... plz

Yeah! Spicing it up for the new year with an extra guest feature in this one. Very much inspired by the ball fondling fic that rewired my brain.

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Jayvik x GN Reader, oral (Viktor receiving), face fucking, fingering variety pack, fuck it we (appreciate) ball(s).

“Can you please,” you huff, wiggling to detangle your legs, “just sit on my fucking face already.”

“No,” says Viktor, firm in this denial, and a hand falls away from roaming your chest. “We agreed: You sit on my face.”

“I did not—” you accept a peck, then another, “agree to that.” 

His fingers slip out of you, and he admires the dark, sticky puddle soaked into the couch between your legs. But for now, he withholds a comment on that. Instead, jostled by the hands shoving at his boxers: “There is a certain numerical solution for this, you know,” he says. 

The hands stop abruptly. “Then what am I supposed to do?” Jayce asks, incredulous. He is unshaven, unshowered and touchy after a long day and too many late nights.

Viktor cannot help himself. He gestures vaguely in the direction of a ratty wingback chair in the corner, his first real piece of furniture after leaving behind the student dormitories. Jayce has never had a nice thing to say about it. “For all your jokes about the, eh, cuck chair…” 

You snort. Jayce sniffs. And after a moment’s consideration: “I’m not on your side anymore,” he decides. And you have the audacity to high five him to seal this alliance. But he smiles, and you smile, and it only proves that affection and annoyance are, at times, indistinguishable emotions. 

“Fine,” Viktor seethes, half-hearted at best. It’s no true loss to have Jayce ease him naked while he catches your jaw in his spindly grasp. Thumbing the plush of your lower lip, he considers how nice it will feel to drag his cock against it, how pretty you will look swallowing him down. Softly asks, “You prefer when I watch you take it, don't you?”

To his left: Jayce groans and nuzzles into his hair, hard-pressed to peel away and urge this tangle of limbs into a new configuration, but he’s being so brave. 

To his right: You nod thickly, wanting mouth already slack and open before you ever lie back against the arm of the couch and let him mount your shoulders. 

It’s easy on his knees, but Jayce—thoughtful, eager-to-serve—still urges a pillow beneath the bad one while you start to grope and grab and smear your face into the heavy velvet drape of his balls. In the shadow of his body, of his twitching cock, your open-mouthed kisses knead that pliant skin. He sucks a hiss through his teeth when you pull one, then the other into your mouth, rolling each like a tender stone on your tongue. 

Viktor’s thoughts turn syrupy, wondering if love is like this for everyone: a want to be devoured, trusting someone to do it kindly. 

Another swell of affection sees his cock guided between your lips, rocking into that warm clutch with a shuddered sigh. Your hand wraps firmly around the base, dragging back his foreskin, limiting the forward momentum of his hips. He smooths back your hair to the wet sound of Jayce behind him—straddling your core, splitting you open on thick fingers—lapping the sweat from his nape, hard against the small of his back. 

Viktor can hardly bear it, turned overwrought and sloppy so efficiently—so effortlessly. 

His fingers rake your scalp and latch, desperate little sounds leaking from behind his teeth. His other hand braces the arm of the couch beside your head and hollowed cheeks. “Deeper, please,” he rasps. Asking, not begging, though he’s alone in seeing it that way. 

Your eyes, clear and interested, cut over his shoulder to Jayce, whose breath washes the desperate words, “Let him fuck your face,” over his skin. Jayce does want to watch; wants to wish it was him; wants to use your pleasure as a whetstone to slowly sharpen his own. 

That’s why Jayce’s groan frays with a whine against his neck when Viktor asks, shakier than he means, “Would you like that?” and you hum, “Mmhm,” around the head of his cock. 

You fist your thumb where it rests against his alabaster thigh, perfectly able to unfurl and stop him at any point. But it never does. Maybe because you’re good at slackening your throat, and lucky that little trick works to keep you from gagging. Or maybe it’s because he doesn’t hold out nearly long enough to approach your limit. Who could know? 

(Viktor can.)

(Viktor does.)

Caught between your silken mouth and Jayce’s middle finger—wet with slick, dipping into his ass—he comes unmoored regardless.

[minminyoonjii]

Hiii I have a request for a smut, something like ot8 X f!reader ,like Chan is her boyfriend and he wants to show his friends how good can his girlfriend be

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🕯Summary: You always found your boyfriend's members charming but it didn't occur in your mind that said boyfriend would have other plans to do with your body.

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This will be a mini-series 💛💛

🌹CW

Oral Sex|Sloppy Blowjob|Noona Used Once|Multiple Orgasms|Oral Fixation|Imaginary! Stray Kids|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Grinding|Frottage|Slow to Rough Sex|Pervy! Reader|Fingering|Cum Swallowing|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.5K

You cracked the joints in your sore neck, rubbing the base. "Welcome home, princess," Chan hummed, turning his head towards the door while his thighs stayed comfortably spread. You grumbled, setting your work bag aside before unceremoniously plopping yourself on his lap. Chan chuckled, "Rough day, hm?" he asked, holding you close, chin hooked over your head. 

"The worst," you mumbled, shifting to bury your face into the crook of his neck. "Aww, sweet girl. At least, you're back in my arms, yeah?" he teased, flexing his biceps slightly. You nodded, taking a deep breath, "Yeah," you responded, feeling the stress slowly lift off your shoulders. A smile made its way on Chan's lips, "That's good, princess," he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"What were you up to?" you asked, noticing his laptop resting on the coffee table. Blood rushed up Chan's ears, "Research," he blurted out, pursing his lips. You raised an eyebrow, "Oh, yeah? On what?" you smirked, amused by his out-of-pocket answer. Chan hummed, lips mimicking your smirk, "Why don't you guess, angel?" he grinned, playing with the building tension.

You moved your head off his shoulder, "If I'm judging by that stupid ass look you have on your face. I place my bets on something frisky," you said, blunting, knowing your lover like the back of your palm. He gasped, a smirk growing wider, "I would never," he said, unable to hold back the stray chuckles that rumbled from his chest. 

You licked your lips, placing a soft peck on his plump lips, "Ahm. Did I guess right, Bang?" you asked, tucking his hair behind his ear. Chan sighed dramatically, "Unfortunately," he said, smug evident in his features. You rolled your eyes, scoffing lightly, "Thought so. What did you have in mind? Knives, Shibari, Watersports. Oh! A Mafia Rp?" you listed, tapping your fingers as you did. 

Chan laughed at your enthusiasm, "You're painting a beautiful picture, princess but it's nothing like that," he said, stroking your hair. Your shoulders slumped low, disappointment written all over your expression, "Damn," you said, sighing. Giggles escaped Chan's throat, "What made you think of a Mafia Rp?" he asked, curious as to how you came to that thought.

You swiped your lips, gesturing a zip, "That's another story for another day," you said, playing coy. Chan nodded, "Fine, keep your secrets, missy. To get back on topic, what I had in mind requires more of your consent than usual," he explained, kissing the top of your hands. "How so?" you whispered, tilting your head.

He straightened his back, trailing his up your plush thighs, "Do you know how stunning you are, princess? Normally, I would love to keep this sigh exclusively to myself," he praised, gripping a handful of your flesh. You bit your bottom lip, "Of course, 'Mister Stay Away from My Girl," you teased, pressing your thighs together.

Chan gruffed, "Didn't have to call me out like that, princess. But, yes. The things I would do to keep you out of sight from everyone, is more than toxic," he said, slipping his hand under your jaw. You gulped, "That's hot," you breathed out, making him chuckle. "If you think that's hot, princess. 

What about the idea of me showing you off, hm? Don't you want everyone to know how much of a good girl you are for me?" he whispered, leaning next to your ear, nipping the outer rim. A raw shudder, ran down your spine, "Fuck," you whimpered, pupils blown from the thought. Chan smiled, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek, "Such a dirty little girl," he rasped, stroking your cheek.

You parted your lips, biting on the tip of his thumb, "Yours," you preened, licking right after. "Mine," he growled, feeling your soft hands trail down his Adam's apple as it bobbed. "Who did you have in mind for this?" you asked, lifting yourself to straddle his thigh properly. Chan held your wrists, lazily bouncing his leg, "The boys, all seven of them," he said, eyeing the way your breath hitched. 

A breathy moan parted from your lips, "I thought they were off limits?" you questioned, whining at the vibrations from Chan's leg. "It was a precaution so that anyone we dated wouldn't hook up with the rest like a groupie," he grunted, feeling his cock swell up from beneath his shorts. "S-smart," you slurred, spreading your legs further, pressing your aching clit against the slick fabric of his shorts. 

Chan hummed, placing his palm on your clothed cunt, "You're sopping, princess," he groaned, teasing his fingers on the material. "Your friends are hot, Daddy," you babbled, rutting your hips from the melting arousal. Chan moaned, "Is that right, princess? Bet you're thinking about Changbin's swollen biceps or perhaps Hyunjin's thick long fingers curling further than you ever could," he rasped, cock throbbing hot from your reaction alone. 

A broken sob spilt down your cheeks, embarrassment burning under your skin, "Both. All. Everything, Daddy," you babbled, riding Chan's fingers that made their way past your panties. "Shh, shh, princess. Close your eyes and imagine them playing with your soft, gorgeous cunt, yeah?" he whispered, circling your aching clit.

"Please, please, please," you keened, head filled with fantasies of the boys having their way with you. Jisung's rough warm tongue, traced the folds of your pussy, lips wrapping perfectly around your lip. The thought itself made your skin burn hot. "That's a good girl, just give in," he encouraged, stretching his fingers apart. 

Changbin's thick hands gripping your thighs wide, making you unable to hide your pulsating cunt. Moans and whimpers dripped like honey, heavy and supple on your tongue. Minho's half-lidded eyes as he stared down at you before thrusting his long curved cock down your throat. Chan groaned, lust coursing through his nerves as you sucked his fingers sloppily. Your tummy swirled, heat pooling in your lower back. Felix's soft lips wrapped tight around your nipple, his other hand groping and twisting to his heart's content. The eye contact the boys make with you is ingrained in your mind like a photographic memory. Chan spiked his voice, impersonating Jeongin's voice, "Cum for me, noona," he moaned, licking down your neck. 

You felt yourself lose composure, gripping Chan's wrist harshly as you rode, "Ah, ah, fuck!" you squeaked,  arching your back as your orgasm broke. Chan growled, clenching his jaw, trying his hardest not to lose his mind at the sheer grip of your walls spasm and contracting around his fingers. Mewls escaped your lips. 

He cooed gravelly, "Good princess, take your time," Chan rasped, throwing his head back as his chest rose and fell. You blinked away the fog, "That was hotter than I thought," you slurred, hearing your heart pound within your ears. Chan chuckled, "Now imagine them playing with you," he teased, stretching his numb wrist. "I don't think I'll survive," you mumbled, sinking to your knees. 

Chan gulped, watching your hands brush against his v-line before briefly rubbing his dripping cockhead through his shorts. "Was I that attractive, Daddy?" you preened, pulling down his waistband. Chan hissed at the chill air, "More than attractive, princess," he grunted, man spreading his thighs for your pretty self to get comfortable. 

"So hard," you sighed, wrapping both of your hands around his length. Shockwaves sparked at the touch, "Holy fuck," he groaned, abs tensing with each full stroke you gave. You whimpered, tapping his precum throbbing cockhead on the tip of your tongue, kitten licking the musk of your lover. 

Chan growled low, grabbing a fistful of your hair, "Open, princess. Daddy let you have your fun long enough, obey before I accidentally use your throat like a sleeve," he threatened, forcing your head down his cock. Your throat tensed, eyes watering from the initial breach. Chan gritted his teeth, making eye contact with your ruined expression "Stroke what you can't take, princess," he groaned, easing his cock as far down your body could physically take. 

Loud squelch and chokes echoed within the room. You swirl your tongue, closing your eyes tight. Chan groaned, bliss at the wet heat of your mouth engulfing his cock. Saliva dripped down your chin, hitting your thigh below. You weakly played with his balls, head blank from the sheer girth of his cock spread your lips apart. 

Chan's hips jerked, getting close to his high, "Take it, princess. Mine. My good girl," he growled, letting out a shaking breath. You moaned around his length, relaxing your throat until an audible pop of his cockhead breaching your throat could be heard. "Fuck, fuck," Chan grunted, his eyebrows furrowed hard, hair matted against his forehead. 

With one last thrust, cum painted the sides of your throat. Chan felt his vision blur from the intensity of his orgasm, broken groans fell from his lips. You hummed, milking as much as you could before pulling off to cough. Heavy panting came from the both of you, Chan sank next to you, pulling him onto his lap. 

You nuzzled his heated-up skin, "Fuck, we're freaks," you rasped, throat sore and abused from Chan's ministrations. Chan laughed, pampering kisses all over your face, "And I wouldn't want to have it any other way, princess," he said, rocking your spent bodies, savouring the moment. 

[sugar-sweets-fanfic]

⚘gı∂єση ⛌ ƒєм!яєα∂єя

Warning(s)- 𝟭𝟴+, sex, p in v, no protection.

Prompt- Met in Hollywood on set. You were a makeup artist on set. Making sure he looked close to the actor he was doing stunts for (more so actresses). You two began to date. He even dragged you into the plan against his dad. You mainly follow due to really liking him. Though meeting his dad made you realize why he was so against him. Especially the way his dad judged you for your tattoos and live choices. Though the rest of them you rather enjoyed. After that entire mess. You stayed with Gideon. But you two haven't done much. Kissing;yes. Anything else, nope. Maybe tonight would be a different night.

//Border by - @enchanthings

clink...cliNK......clINK. You jump up and inspect your bedroom window. You see Gideon in the bushes. A snarky grin grows across your face. You unlock and pull open your window. "Y'know the rock throwing thing works better if I had a second floor bedroom, right?" You place your elbow against the windowsill. Resting your chin in your palm. Eyeing him with a half-lid gaze.

Gideon stands up straight and walks forward three feet. Meeting you at the window. He looked a tad flustered. "W-Well, I just.. was trying to be romantic." He chuckled awkwardly. "Thats what they do in those movies." He moves in to embrace you.

You instantly hug him back. Soon helping him crawl in. Before shutting the window after. "I'm surprised. After your dad found out about us.. he seemed pretty cross." You lean back against the window. Watching as he sits down on your bed.

Gideon grabs your teddy bear. Giving you a playful look as he fiddles with the plush. "He'll come around. He can be over dramatic." He murmured, shrugging his shoulders. Setting the stuff animal aside.

"Yeah.. I can certainly see that." You snort. Waltzing over in a silly fashion. Overly swaying your hips. Strutting yourself until you make it over to him. Earning a few soft giggles from Gideon. "But I can handle all his..interesting insults." Your hands settle on his shoulders. As you recount mr.gemstone calling you a 'inked up freaky gutter whore'. Which only made you laugh at the time. Even now made you little chuckle to yourself.

Though Gideon cringed thinking about the awful things his dad said to you. He leans back a touch. His arms shift further behind himself. Leaning back against his palms. His body shudders to the slightest touch you give him. "I'm sorry... I'll make sure to talk to him. I really hate when he looks down at you. You're...—he doesn't see you the way I do. You're fucking awesome in so many ways. Funny, talented, smart, clever..." His words trail off. As he feels you straddle his lap. Causing his body to tense. His pale cheeks, splattered with brown freckles. Soon turn a deep pinkish red. Flush with passionate feels that he hasn't quite experienced before.

"Thanks..Gids. That means a lot to me. But don't apologize. It's not your fault." Your hands slip up the sides of his neck. Cupping his face, that slowly grew warmer. "..fuck you're beautiful." You whisper under a sigh. Admiring every detail of his face. His lashes, olive shaped eyes, and all those soft features. Leaning in to fill the void between them. You press your lips against his. He happily kisses back. As you two silently share soft, yet deep smooches. Faint sounds of your lips collisions fill the room. Little moans and breaths echo between.

His arms grew weak, failing to keep his body secure. He let the two of you gently fall. His back hitting the mattress. You stay safely ontop of him. Being gifted the hug of his arms. That wrap around you snug. Strands of your hair falls against his face. As you two exchange light dips of one another's tongue. Gideon tilts his head to the side. Granting you better access to his mouth. "Fuck..—sorry. I know we can't." You pull back. Sitting up on him. Your body shivering with heat.

"Can't what?"

"...uhh—W..Well, have..sex.."

"...o—OH! Yeah! Uhhh.. why not?"

You laugh awkwardly, "Won't your parents banish you or something? I mean, I really don't want to mess things up for you more. I care too much. I know you care too. How much you love your family and care about religious parts of it too."

"..they don't have to know. Plus, I only want you. I..I really really like you. Maybe even more. You make me feel special. You make me feel good. You care about more than just me. You care about all the things I like and my ambitions too." He smiles brightly up at you.

Now it's you that's blushing wildly. Your body felt like it was floating. Butterflies in your stomach. "..Gideon. I love you too." You bite your bottom lip. Your hands cover your face. Feeling all giddy with emotions.

"Oh thank goodness! I was afraid to say it. But yeah! Y..Yeah! I love you! I love you t-too!" He chirped eagerly. His face still rather pink. "So in my eyes.. I don't see what difference it makes if you have a ring on or not. I just..want you."

"I feel the same. I mean.. yeah in the future..possibly. but right now...", you lean back down to kiss him a few more times. "..I just want you too..Gids." You brush some of your loose hair behind your ear. So it isn't in his face.

Gideon stares at you in awe. "..is it not natural..", he starts to unbutton his shirt with one hand. "..to want someone you love? I've never been so sure of something before." His voice so hushed. It was like silk. Making your mood grow more needy. Not to mention seeing more and more of his bare chest. You sit up, using the hairband on your wrist. Putting your unruly locks in a pony. Getting back close to him. Your lips peppering his chest with kisses. His shoulders smile at the tingling sensation it blessed him. Gideon sighed as he loosely held you.

You decide to kiss up his neck. Your kisses quickly becoming heavy. Suckling against his skin rather roughly. Your hips start to shift. Gently humping against him. His hold on your tightens.

"Ff..—ʏ/ɴ..! Ahnn.."

You stop instantly, looking him in the eye. "Sorry! I—too far? I don't want you to be uncomfortable.." you murmur.

"No...I-Im okay, heh.. just never been so intimate. We can..keep going. If you still want to." His hands caress your arms.

You smile, "yeah.. I want to. Just tell me if you want me to stop." You kiss his lips.

He kisses you back, feeling you start to dry hump him once more. Gideon slips his hands down. Holding your hips as you ride him. You two keep a good eye contact. As you move faster. One of your hands grip the sheets next to his head. The other slips carefully against his neck. His brows curve upwards. A look of submission spreads across his face. Soft moans are exchanged between you two. You can feel it grow hard. Your lips part as shakey breaths leave you. Thoroughly enjoying every second of this.

"I need you inside me." You purr.

"Please..I—I'd like that."

"..you wanna be on top?"

He chuckles awkwardly, "what if I'm bad?"

"Mmmmmmm...I severely doubt it. I bet you'll make me see stars.." you sit up, playfully pressing harder against his erection. Seeing him react to it. You pull your shirt off over your head. Tossing it against Gideon's face.

"Hey..!" He jokes with you. Removing the shirt from his face. His face still sporting a nice peachy tone.

You couldn't help, but feel this odd moment. You surely thought he would checking you out. But his eyes still stayed hooked to yours. You ache harder for him. Soon getting off of him. Removing your bottoms.

He sits up and watches you. "..what if I..hurt you? I don't wanna hurt you."

You were only in your underwear at this point. Before moving back over to him. Leaning against his side. You press a kiss against his cheek. "You won't. If I feel too uncomfortable..I'd let you know." You smile softly.

"Promise?" He whispers to you.

"Promise.." you whisper back.

The two of you start to kiss heavily once more. He unbuckles his belt. Getting his pants off. The sound of it makes you instictually squeeze your thighs together. Though he soon ends up on top of you. His lips begin to wonder down your neck. "Mmm..take it all off." You beg of him. As you squirm underneath him. Removing your underwear. So you could properly invite him between your legs.

Gideon felt 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 by your words. He quickly obeys and gets the remaining clothes off. Taking the invitation to get closer. He felt it, how heated you were down there. "Sh..should I put on pro-protection?" He whimpered softly. His own nether regions aching with just, or not more, need.

You cup his face, "Please no. I just want you. All of you. In me." Your hands slip around. So your fingers can bury themselves in his hair.

"O-Oh...Okay." He smiled shyly. Giving you a lighter peck on the lips. He glances down your body. Using his hand to try to aim himself in. "Heh...sorry Its difficult to see." He murmured awkwardly.

You let out a giggle. Reaching down to help guide him. Biting your bottom lip as you touch his shaft. Once you felt his tip press against your entrance. You remove your hand. Holding onto his shoulder. Your other hand gripping onto his locks.

As his hips slowly push into yours. You feel that discomfort of pressure. As you adjust to his size. Gideon shuddered by the tight fit. His body experienced a whole different sensation. It felt so warm and heavenly. "Ahhnn...ahhh..hh. wow. A-Are you okay?"

You nod lightly, "Yes. It just feels a little uncomfortable. But it'll feel better soon. Don't worry Gideon. Just be slow for now.."

"Of course." He kisses your forehead a few times. Trying his best to comfort you.

His hips start to move nice and slow. Just as you wanted. Your thighs squeeze against his hips. As he plants an arm against the mattress. The other hand caressed one of your hips. Further trying to sooth you. You helpless grab at his bicep. Whining soft at each pump he gifted you. Gideon moaned softly in harmony with you. You felt yourself grow more and more aroused. "Fuck..harder. please." You murmur. Your legs finally relax, opening more. To give him some extra freedom.

"Yeah? You want it harder?" He asked in a playful manner. Rolling his hips harder against yours. Moving faster, causing the bed to creak. You two grow louder making such lewd sounds together. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Oh baby..! You're doing so g..nnn..goOD!" You cry out.

"You feel fuckin good.. Mm! I'm gonna cum..I'm gonna fucking cum y/n!!" His voice shakey with need.

Your legs wrap around his waist tightly. "Oh my god.. please. Please Gideon. I need y..yhh..you.." You cry softly. Still hugging onto him tightly. As he slowly embraced you too.

"Damn..you..—y-you want me to do it.. ahhh..i-in..side of yo..hhnn-you?" He gritted his teeth. Trying his best to hold back. Wanting to make sure it's what you wished.

You start to buck your hips needily. "Yes Gideon! Yes! Cum baby!" You moan sharply.

You both start to hump wildly against one another. Thrusting and bucking both of your hips. Gideon's thrusts more rapid and sloppy. Sloppier as his climax grows closer. Until he finally jams as deep as he can get. Feeling that pleasant snap in his stomach. Pumping his seed into you. As he lets out such a heavenly sigh of relief.

Your mouth agape, feeling a warm rush gush inside of you. Your core tightens and releases as you hit your peak. Gideon let's out a soft, breathless chuckle. His eyes full of hase. "Did you..uhh just..cum too?" His voice trembled. Feeling a touch shy to ask.

You nod as you wrap a leg around his waist. "Yes. I think I made a mess." You giggle weakly.

He shared a laugh with you. Embracing you and showering you with kisses. You add a few kisses of your own. You brush your fingers through his hair. Admiring his glistening face. His eyes so beautiful to gaze upon. "I'm gonna marry you one day, baby." You cooed. Causing Gideon to blush heavily. "Y-Yeah? Are ya? You wanna be a Gemstone?" He asked in a playful manner.

You thought about his wild family. Humming softly to yourself in thought. "They are pretty interesting—that family of yours. But I know I wanna be yours...and I want you to be mine." You smile. Gideon seemed to be happy with that response. Leaning in to properly kiss your lips. You eagerly kiss him back. "I love you...y/n." He murmurs against your lips. "I love you too."

[shiyorin]

#When you play dumb or your primarchs are just *ahem* horny :v

#I don't know what I wrote. I just do as requested :v

#Roll the dice and it said this time's menu is: Horus Lupercal and Roboute Guilliman.

#This is request from my dearest heretic anon.

#Primarchs x Reader, Reader is Imperial Agent. Malcador is proud of you (is he?)

#A little NSFW.

Horus Lupercal

You sighed listlessly as you wandered the ship, seeking diversion in your boredom. A familiar presence drew you eye, and you spied Horus upon a balcony overlooking the training cages below.

The training cages were alive with activity as Horus observed his Astartes sharpening their skills in mock combat. Though focused on their form, his thoughts drifted elsewhere, preparations for the coming Crusade weighed heavy. He gazed down from the viewing platform, assessing their progress, when soft footsteps alerted him to another's presence.

Horus appeared lost in thought, no doubt pondering weighty matters of strategy and conquest. You crept stealthily across the chamber, the feet making nary a sound upon the plush rugs. Coming up behind the Warmaster unnoticed was no mean feat, but your skills remained as sharp as the blade at your hip.

Finally within reach, you drew a deep breath and exhaled softly upon Horus's neck. A sudden warmth ghosted his ear, followed by a sultry whisper caressed his ear. "Boo..."

He whirled with a start to find your smiling face mere inches from his own, eyes dancing with mischief. Before you could retreat, Horus flashed into action, seizing your arm in an unbreakable grip.

With a grunt he hoisted your form against his chest, pinning your effortlessly as your legs kicked in vain. "Little one." he chuckled, though tension still lingered at the corners of his eyes. "One of these days you will be the death of mine, I fear."

Your eyes dancing with mirth. You laughed breathlessly. "You are no fun, my Warmaster."

"It seems you don't consider me worthy of respect, little one," he sighed, effortlessly maintaining your struggling form. "Sneaking up on your Warmaster, bold, but foolish."

You squirmed halfheartedly, delighting in the feel of his powerful physique caging you in. "And what would the great Warmaster do to earn it, I wonder?"

A gleam entered his eyes, dark promise in every contour of his sculpted features. "Oh, I can think of a few...persuasive methods."

Below, the Astartes fought on, oblivious to the true battle raging within their midst. Horus took his captive agent and you were limp and sated in his arms, marking you thoroughly as his. Only then did he release your, satisfied your pride had been tamed.

Horus smiled down at the dazed your in his arms. "Convinced, my dear?" He purred, nuzzling your satiated cheek. You could only sigh dreamily in reply. It seemed doubts of his prowess were well and truly laid to rest...

Roboute Guilliman

Guilliman reclined upon crisp sheets, body aching from battles past. His scowls only deepened your frown, but still you droned on, casualty reports, supply requisitions, missives from a thousand worlds.

"Do you hear me, my lord?" you pressed, quill scratching relentlessly. He sighed, weary unto his soul.

"Do you think I want to hear what you have to say, agent? I am wounded and wish only silence." His tone brooked no argument, yet still you persisted like the plague.

"You are the Primarch," you said, eyes aglow with righteous fervor. "You must overcome such things for the billions of people of the Imperium. Their hopes and dreams rest upon your shoulders."

Guilliman scrubbed a hand down his face. "I am Primarch, not invincible. Must I sacrifice even my healing for duty's never-ending demands?"

Your look softened, but still you would not yield. "That is not something you can decide, my lord. As were mine." 

The Primarch knew well you spoke truth, bitter though it was. With a grunt he waved your on, closing his eyes against the rising tide of reports.

Guilliman continued to sigh, weariness seeping into his bones. Your report droned on, an endless litany of numbers and names. His mind drifted as you spoke, seeking escape however brief. Your voice took on a new texture in his imagination, breathy sighs and wanton gasps replacing dour droning.

One hand tangled in your locks, tugging your mouth to his in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. The other grasped that ass, fingers dimpling soft flesh as he thrust up to meet each bounce with abandon as reports fluttered forgotten to the floor. And you will chant his name like a prayer, a litany more rousing than any duty....

By the Throne, was he some green boy still in need of release? Shame warred with lingering heat, desire too long denied by duty's demands. He yearn for soft curves yielding beneath his palms, the taste of your skin, your cries of rapture as he took what was his by right.

You'd whimper and writhe, begging wordlessly for what they both craved. At the first penetration your walls would clutch him like a vice, pulling him deeper, deeper into scalding flesh made solely for his pleasure. He'd pound into your without mercy, relishing each gasp and moan, each slap of flesh on flesh. Only when he'd spent himself fully within your willing sheath would he grant surcease, collapsing in a sweat-soaked tangle of limbs.

By the Throne, how he longed to make that vision reality...

Guilliman blinked, flushing at the path his mind had wandered. But you remained oblivious, quill scratching as reports spilled forth. Little did you know the effect you had, and the fantasies your voice inspired in your lord's lonely chamber...

[mayuichi]

“Rest assured, it is not mine.„

William James Moriarty x fem!reader Warnings: dark contents (murders, beating, blood, etc...), spoilers of MOSTLY the second season! be aware!

note: i'm so obsessed again over MTP, you can't know how much. i'm rewatching it rn, and i'll reread it too. ALSO i'm so sorry for my absence, i'm procrastinating and finding it hard to stay motivated, especially with my nausea, but it's slowly getting better so i hope i'll be capable to write more!

Pictures from the anime Yuukoku no Moriarty / Moriarty the Patriot.

Being the child of an earl isn't too hard. But as a woman, you are expected to be nearly perfect. Graceful, elegant, flawless, and charitable. Most respect you, or more likely.. fear your father. Speaking of which, you still live with your parents. You haven't found a suitable man yet. It was infuriating for your father, he wanted you to find a husband. But you couldn't care less for now. Strolling around in town is much more entertain than finding someone.

After one more heated argument with him, resulting in a red mark across your cheek like it happened so many time before, you call it a day and leave to your room for the night. Clutching on the plush you have managed to keep, you sit on your bed, staring at the moon through the window. Your mother didn't even tried to protect you, never. If only things could change.

Undressing yourself to slide on a warm robe, you close the curtains and fall on the soft mattress, engulfing in it, pulling the covers over your frame. Tomorrow is another day, it will all be okay.

At least, that's what you thought...

Awakening by a voice. You focus on it, only to realise it's a stranger. You've never heard them before... did you? Chills parkour through your veins, jolting you forward. You don't know who they are, nor what they want. But you don't want to stay near them.

Stepping cautiously out of your room, you hurry as best as you can to the front door. On your track, your gaze averts on a gruesome scene. Your father, resting in his blood, his life slowly fading from his body. With your mother, next to him, heavily injured. The footsteps behind you make you believe they're after you, now.

Sighing in relief when you finally see the front door. Your hands reach for the handle, your body freezes at the voice. “Leaving so soon? I've been told this family was full of cowards, but still...„ his voice malicious. You couldn't even move, feeling the tip of the blade against the back of your neck.

Just swallowing was hard. One bad move, and you'd die. Trying to take a deep breath. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your hands sweaty. “I... I am not like them..„. Hesitantly turning around, you could perceive one of his eyebrow raising. “The day... The day I'd be like them, I'd rather die...„

You don't even know half of what your father does, but all you've discovered about has never been good. A smirk displayed on the stranger's face, his golden locks falling ever so slightly above his scarlet eyes. “Hmm.. Interesting...„

Staring at him, also because you don't want to miss any of his action, your eyes get used properly to the dark, allowing you to see more of his features. And it isn't long before you recognise the second son of the Moriarty. A mathematics professor, and a noble, now pointing a blade at you.

However, he withdraws his blade, sheathing it back in his cane. Taking a step forward, he moves his hand across your cheek, his fingers grazing gently. “... Such a poor thing. I suppose it's a recurrent treatment, isn't it?„.

His touch, his words, his expression... It's so sweet, so caring. Is it truly the same man that has murdered your parents? With a sigh, he pulls away, thinking of a way to be sure you'd keep your silence over his true identity. But before he could utter a word, you got carried away and whispered your thoughts.

“I wouldn't mind... joining you. I want to be useful as well...„. Surprise filled his eyes. His piercing gaze staring right through your soul, he leans in, his tall frame towering over you. “Are you sure ? It is a dark and dangerous path. You shouldn't be impulsive.„. He hasn't dismissed you. He feels it in you, after all. That strength and resilience after all those years. This desire to be able to make a change. Even if you aren't a good fighter for now, you could become one.

His associates were unsure, at first. You were so fragile, so sensitive. How could you become useful ? But he kept believing in you, training you, and asking for Jake to train you as well. Within weeks, you were already close to be as good as them. You just lacked experiences.

And perhaps, everything that happened got you closer to their leader, the true Lord of Crime... William. He'd often invite you over tea, or to stroll around town. At this point, it became a habit of you, to go buy some pastries to a hardworking baker and have your tea party. It wasn't always just the two of you. Sometimes, Louis and Albert would join in, or even Bonde. It was such heartwarming times.

It has never been a surprise for you that in a middle of your discussions, William would suddenly fall over the couch and sleep. It always made you giggle quietly. But despite it, none of you took a step further. After all, neither knew if the others actually had feelings or if it was just a mere thought.

Months after you joined, William has went again with Louis only to take care of some aristocrats, with Fred's intel. Those nights are the worst. You're restless, incapable to be in slumber.

Sitting on your bed, in your robe, you hear the front door opening. Footsteps in the corridor, and the brothers' voice, casting each other's goodnights. Stepping out of your room, you gaze over William, blood soaked. “Is... is that blood?„

He turns around to face you, a gentle smile spreading when he sees you. “Rest assured, it is not mine.„. You blink, unsure of how you should feel. It's clear though, it isn't having the right effect. “Is that supposed to reassure me?!„

Your exclamation caught him off guard, and he walks closer, placing a comforting hand over your shoulder. “Isn't it usual now, though? You have seen me bloody a lot before.„. His words hit you like a train. You have seen him blood covered, yes, but your mind has never been calm about it.

“I know! I just-.. Ugh..„, anxiety floods you, your head lowering as you dismiss his hand. “I never said it was fine for me. It makes me worry. What if you get hurt?„. It's a stupid assumption, and you know it. He makes plan for every tiny details. He never leaves room for uncertainty.

Hurrying yourself to ask him to forget it, you go back in your room, closing the door behind you. Plopping on your bed, you can't help but hate yourself. Why are you so worried about him? He's not a child, and beside, he knows how to act upon unexpected twists. You pick the pillow, placing it in your arms, hugging it against you.

“... I hate it so much.„ you growl under your breath. Eyes closed and lost in your mind, you don't pay attention to the footsteps and the door opening. You only get out of your thoughts when you feel something, or rather someone, taking place on the mattress.

You turn around to see William sitting next to your laying form, his hand hovering over your hair, caressing it carefully. He has taken off his coat and changed his clothes to his usual sleep attire. “I find it flattering, you know? Your worries being on me. But I have my shares of worries over you, too.„ he chuckles.

It makes you groan silently, turning again to make him face your back. Seeing you holding your pillow so tight, he allows himself to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Don't be upset, my dear. How about we plan a tea party tomorrow? As a token of apology for all those worries I fill your heart and mind with.„

Just the thought of it cracks a smile from you, and he sees it clearly. You slowly nod, closing your eyes as you lean further in his embrace. You know it wouldn't last forever, but you'd drown yourself in it for as long as it last.

It's an hour later he withdraws his arms from you, giving your hair one last stroke, before standing up. “I will see you tomorrow, my dear. Have a good night.„

As he walks away, you turn around, sitting up quickly, calling out his name. “... William!„. Your voice is so urgent, like your feelings are about to explode. “Yes?„ he turns to face you, his eyes softening at your desperate state.

“I...„ you hesitate. Is it truly a good idea to confess ? It isn't a secret for yourself anymore, you've fallen for him, smitten by his simple presence. But maybe it isn't a good thing to tell him... “... Take care... Goodnight...„

Something tells you by the look of his eyes, he knows you're hiding your feelings from him. But he doesn't push. Not yet. You're too vulnerable for now. He wants you to willingly admit them. He closes his eyes. “I will, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.„ and with that, he leaves your room, the silence feeling it. Your feelings drowning you in slumber.

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